blinded by the darkness that surounds the world ingulfed by an eternal sleep the seventh sign no longer a myth a time a place anger for the hatred in the balance of time you know none other than what you grab on to reality nukes those who turn against it life just waites for death to strike no longer does it prevale over the weak and rest on the strong no longer will i rule in my kingdom for death sings its song of glory a mistake given to the night the ancients who perceived all that is evil and what was good was lost in darkness we shall conquer all that is motionless name the seventh sign written acolyte blade